[Later, Harry is examining the diary while seated at a table in the Gryffindor Common Room. All the pages are blank. He looks at the back and sees a name printed there.]
Harry: Tom Marvolo Riddle.
An unknown man stiffens in his seat the eyes of the future singled in on him calculating but not cold, he shifted slightly leaning on the wall and pulling his lips together. Abigail's elbow hits Harry square in his stomach and he nods, subtly, both of them moving closer to the unknown man, friends by their side.
Harry clutches his stomach in pain once his sister had distracted Abigail and grasps onto Ron's shoulder trying to re-mask himself before Abigail turned around.
[He flips through the pages once again checking to ensure they were empty. Harry dips his quill in ink and lets a drop of it fall on the diary. The ink vanishes into the page. Harry then writes a message in the diary.]
Harry: Hello [The message fades out, and a new message fades in.]
Diary: Hello there [Harry is stunned. He writes a second message.]
"Nope, nada, no way turn the book in and leave the thing there, let it go." Lily protested having propped herself on her feet and moved speedily away from the marauders and pushing herself between the Longbottom's into Alice's awaiting arms as she cradled her sister.
Harry: My name is Harry Potter. [The message fades out, and a new message fades in.]
"What an idiot."
- Hermione Granger as soon as she saw this scene.
Diary: Hello, Harry Potter, my name is Tom Riddle.
Harry: Do you know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?
Diary: Yes.
Harry: Can you tell me?
Diary: No [Frustrated, Harry puts his quill aside.]
Diary: But I can show you. Let me take you back fifty years ago. [The diary flips to a page on which the text "13th June" appears. The pages then begin to glow, enveloping Harry and making him disappear into the diary.]
Silence echoed through the vast hall, bouncing off of every wall and frolicing misribly through the air. A loud gulp echoed through the pin-drop silence and eyes flickered over to the culprit, Sophia Widow. Her nervous ticks were impeccably obvious, and the battered, bitten ends of her nails spoke for themselves as her eyes glued to the screen.
Slowly, each and every person turned back to face the murky glow downed upon them, and the movie continued.
[Harry materializes in the Hogwarts Entrance Hall, which doesn't look any different than in the present. An older boy, Tom Riddle, is standing on the staircase.]
Harry: Excuse me, could you tell me what's going on here? [Riddle doesn't respond] Are you Tom Riddle? Hello, can you hear me? [Four wizards carry a student's dead body down the stairs.]
Dumbledore: Riddle. [Harry and Riddle turn to see a younger version of Dumbledore on the staircase.]
Riddle: Professor Dumbledore.
Harry: Dumbledore?
Dumbledore: It is not wise to be wandering around at this late hour, Tom.
Riddle: Yes Professor, I suppose I... I had to see for myself if the rumors were true.
Dumbledore: I'm afraid they are, Tom. They are true.
Riddle: About the school as well? I don't have a home to go to, you cannot send me back. They wouldn't really close Hogwarts, would they, Professor?
Dumbledore: I understand, Tom, but I'm afraid Headmaster Dippet may have no choice.
CITEȘTI
The Truth About Wizards ;; ʷᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ
FanfictionWhen the second wizarding world war has just finished in 1998 the people of the future travel back to the time of their parents to try and change their horrific futures along with many others. Dear students of 1946 and 1978, We do hope you're enjoyi...
